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Nothing Hurts Like Your Mouth

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Summary: Ron's been thinking about a certain part of Hermione.

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Harry Potter > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Theme: RomanceechoFR1322,743042,53111 Aug 0311 Aug 03Yes

We Can't Breathe When You Come Around (Hermione's POV)

*~* We Can't Breathe When You Come Around *~*

(Hermione's POV)

He drove her crazy, the moody jerk.

He would stare at her with this look of almost longing on his face, and she couldn't quite catch her breath sometimes. Intense blue. His stare was so blue. She could feel those eyes on her. Like burning. She would look up and he would look away. Why on earth should Ron Weasley staring at her bother her?

Because he did these things that led her to believe he stared for a reason. And it was the WAY he stared at her. Like hunger. It made her nervous and excited all at once. She liked it when he stared at her. It made her feel like she was really in the room. And she loved it. He could do more things to her with one look. It just stole her breath away. She was mental. Hermione Granger just knew she was mental for thinking it. Even for a second.

And he'd been avoiding her all day.

Hermione was fed up.

Then she spotted him trying to duck into the Gryffindor common room. She tried to keep her voice neutral. "Ron?'

He spun about like a deer caught in headlights. Blue eyes luminous and a bit startled. He seemed to be staring at her. But not her eyes. Someplace else.

"Ron, are you all right?" Be calm. Hermione licked her lips nervously.

His eyes seemed to glaze a bit. "Fine." His voice came out very weak.

Oh Merlin, was he sick? He sounded sick. "You don't sound fine." She touched a hand to his forehead to check for fever. Was it her imagination, or did his skin heat up AFTER she touched it? "Are you getting ill?" He had closed his eyes in a blissful manner and seemed to be just breathing. "Ron?"

Those blue eyes snapped to her. He had not said anything.

Hermione was a bit panicked. He was never so quiet. "Have I done something wrong?"

"What? No!"

She steeled herself and asked. "Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not-"

"Don't lie, Ron." Hermione said with a bit of hurt in her voice.

"I just have stuff on my mind, Mione. It's nothing to do with you."

She looked at him hesitantly. "Are you sure?"

"Hermione, I'm not angry with you. Swear." His voice had gone soft in this way that made her toes curl. He had a sort of sad, pained look on his face though.

"Are you sure you're feeling all right then?"

"I feel fine."

Maybe he should go see Madam Pomfrey just in case. "Perhaps-"

"I'm all right."

"Then what is it?" Hermione urged as she stepped closer to him. Something was eating at him. It was so obvious. She just wished he would tell her. Didn't he know he could trust her with anything by now? There was no one she cared about more. Except Harry, but it was different with Harry. "You know you can talk to me about anything all, Ron."

He just stared at her with this odd look on his face. Ron was a million miles away. Then he started to smile this goofy smile. Normally, she would have loved it. But right now she wanted answers.

She placed her hands on his cheeks and forced his eyes to hers. "Ron!" Her heart had started hammering in her chest the second she touched him.

One did not fall for one's best friend. She needed to stop all this girlish nonsense before he figured it out. Ron was a bit thick at times, but he was no moron.

Then his hands had closed over her wrists and slowly pulled her hands down to their sides. Ron stepped into the minuscule space that was left between their bodies. He was just looking at her in this way that was making her want to shake.

"R-Ron?" She cursed herself for sounding so afraid, but what was he doing? How was she supposed to stamp down these feelings she was finding herself having for him when he stood so close and made it hard for her to draw breath. "Ron Weasley, you let go of me this instant." Oh that had come out so weak. What she really wanted was to melt into him. Have those rapidly growing arms hold her forever.

"And if I don't?"

Hermione could have died. That voice had just sent tingles from the base of her neck to the base of her spine. Surely he didn't... "Ron..." She gasped out.

"Hermione..."

There it was again. Tingles. She started shaking a little and pulled her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth. Hermione had never been more unsure. He closed his eyes and seemed to be trying to calm himself. She was wrong. She was mistaken. Her heart wanted this so badly it was causing her to see things where things were not.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but words were forgotten.

Because he kissed her.

It was such an unexpected surprise that she jumped. Her chest knocked into his a bit. His hands wrapped around her quickly. Those arms. They finally held her the way she wanted them to. One of his hands was in her hair. Her hands touched the sweater over his stomach. He gasped against her mouth, and his skin seemed to twitch under her touch. That was certainly encouraging.

Hermione slid one hand to his shoulder to hold herself against him. The other wrapped around his neck so that her hand could play with that soft Weasley red hair she loved so much. Breathless already, she was fastly needing air, but she pushed herself up on her toes for more of him anyway.

It was he who broke the kiss, not that he looked like he wanted to. His arms stayed tight around her. Hers stayed draped around him. She was breathing so heavily.

Hermione felt the need to say something profound. "Oh."

He looked at bit amused by her statement. SO amused he kissed her again. She would have been smiling if her mouth hadn't been so busy.

"Hey, get a room."

Hermione pulled away at the sound of Seamus Finnigan's voice. She jumped hard and tried to escape, but Ron's arms held her tight. She was embarrassed, sure, but also pleased.

"I quite agree." The fat lady said in a very put out manner. "Honestly. Snogging in the hallway like that."

Hermione felt her cheeks burning. She buried her face in Ron's chest.

"You two, mind? You're blocking the door." Seamus said. She didn't have to see him to know there was a smile on his face.

Ron pulled her aside. He had yet to release her. His arms were still quite firmly around her body, not that she minded in the least.

Dean was smiling just as wide as Seamus was. "Come on. Let's get in before Ron punches us due to snoggus interruptus. You know he's been waiting to do this since first year."

Ron stiffened a bit, and Hermione noticed his ears had gone a bit pink.

"Snickerdoodle." Seamus said before pulling Dean inside.

Hermione tried to gather her thoughts after they left. "Is that true?"

"Is what true?" Ron said, his ears still quite pink.

"First year?"

"No."

Hermione wanted it to be. There was hope for her if it were true. His blatant 'no' had cut at her heart a bit. "Oh."

"It was third year when you walloped Malfoy."

He liked her after she hit Draco Malfoy? Typical Ron. Hermione giggled.

"And I lied earlier."

"Oh?" She said nervously.

"When I said I had stuff on my mind that was nothing to do with you. That wasn't exactly true. I... uh... I've been thinking about your... your mouth all week."

Hermione could not help the grin that spread across her face. "My mouth?"

"Your mouth drives me to distraction." Ron sounded nervous, and his ears had gone dark red.

Hermione thought her smile might split her face. She had best reassure him. "Then I suppose I should give you some more food for thought." She pushed herself up and kissed him.

She could have died when he pulled her up tighter and turned his head. As if it were even a question of her opening her mouth. He stole her breath. Her hand had been on his shoulder, but as the kiss intensified, her fist pulled up a clump of his sweater and tightened around it.

Who needed to breathe? Honestly?

*~*~*

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